Acta Diurna - lat. Daily Acts. Sometimes transl. as Daily Public Records
- presented in message boards in public places like the Forum of Rome.
- filled place of modern newspaper-type publication and government gazette.
- many academic periodicals have acta in their titles.
- introduced expression 'publicare et propagare', meaning "make public and propagate." It was set at end of the texts and proclaimed a release to both Roman citizens and non-citizens.

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Friday, September 12, 2014

An RP I happened upon at the Midian Bunker a while back. Yes, I do remember Blue, and I think I remember about the time that I met her. And if I remember correctly, Beast was the one who first mentioned to her. Not sure, but I just might have the old RP of their first meeting buried somewhere. Not exactly sure what I still have left from before the last reboot of Ioh's photostream.

Anyways, a fun bit or RP. And yeah, the drum cadence linked as theme is pretty cool too. =~.^=

Wandering About In The Bunker

Ioh looked around. He didn't see too much of immediate interest. Staring at the makeshift fountain for a bit, he gave up on there being any fish. He walked up the the stairs until he came around the wooden walks where he spotted a feline. Not certain if he knew her, he flicked his tail for a moment in contemplation, then shrugged. Might as well greet and find out. "Hello there."

Standing off to the side, using the shadows and her dark attire to her advantage, the other feline finished her cigarette, tossing the butt to the crates below. No sooner had the embers and ashes stared their journey to the ground was there heard a sound. Creaking boards caught her attention. "Evenin'." Her voice was rocky and used. Her nose and eyes took in Ioh's scent and physique. She fouind him curious, and maybe familiar, but she couldn't put a claw on which sense it was.

For a moment, Ioh continued contemplation over the feline. He picked up in her scent as he got close. There was something that teased at a faint memory. Noticing this, and where he was, he had to be wary. Not all that were familiar were friendly. Regardless, he smiled. "A slow evening."

The other feline was being wary as well. Her one good eye kept a constant gaze as she watched him. She was also in a corner, which only added to the necessity of alertness. Her cybernetic optics zoomed in and out, showing visuals and collecting what data it could. "It has been lately. Lots of people are venturing out. Many are tired of waiting around and living what could scarcely be considered survival." Turning to face him, her metal arms crossed in front of her chest. "May I ask your name?" Maybe finding that would help trigger her memory.

He listened to her talk, but for now wouldn't mention that he was from without and had recently ventured in. No reason to say that. Probably no reason to be cryptic, either. Even so, for her answer, he riddled, "I would ask the same of you. I don't think that this was just a meeting out of the blue. Yo soy el que soy – I am who I am. And if you know who I am, I'm certain I may know you."

She smirked at his riddled response and continued sizing him up. Her long tail twisted and drove around behind her as she considered his words. As she smiled, her sharp feline fangs peeked out. "Well, I do have this sneaking suspicion that I know you from somewhere." She tapped her metallic pointer finger upon her lips as she sank into thought.

"Considering where we're meeting right now, " he added, keeping with a calm, almost laid back posture with a slight grin, "It's not a long stretch to say we first met some time ago in what used to be Midian."

She let out a little chuckle as she glanced over top the make-shift tents below. "You're probably right," she said softly, then shot look back at him. "I wouldn't know, actually. Lost a lot of memories in an accident a while ago. Lots of people I had to re-meet." She gave a lazy shrug. "My name's Blu, let's start with that."

Ioh's tail swayed more relaxed as she chuckled. A humored response could be positive. Then again, good humors had a way of turning sour. Still, he listened to her, and, when she gave a name, and one he somewhat recognized, he assented to being given her name by her. "Then if you must know, you can call me Ioh." For all he knew, she may have once known him as Joe.

As far as Blue knew, she was meeting him for the first time. His scent kept nagging at her nose as being familiar, but that wasn't much to go off of. "Ioh, huh? interesting name. I like it." She looked away as she bit the inside of her lip. Her tail still flicked and swayed about behind her non-stop. She was really hoping her heat wasn't noticeable yet. She hadn't expected to run into a male hybrid so soon after getting back from the swamps.

"It's of a certain Latin origin." Or close enough. Even among felines similar, he couldn't say the true origins. Their history was better off lost in this moment among the current generations. He noticed her tail swaying. His own gave a slight flick in its sway as he approached closer. "So, what brings you here." He tried to carry on the somewhat casual conversation.

Blue tensed up when he moved closer to her. She held her composure. Her tail flicked as she tried to relax it as much as she could get it to. "Shelter. The kitty family I have left. Just making sure all the younger kits are doing alright." She eyed him again, now that he was closer. "What about you? Did you wander in recently?"

He came a few steps closer then paused. "Family, eh?" Among the cats in Midian, that had at least two possible meanings. Either a litter of their own, or a certain group that lived on the rooftops. Though intrigued to know which, he crouched his curiosity in an assumption, "I bet you have quite a lovely litter."

She chuckled a little at his assumption. "I'm sure I would if I had one. I mean the people I consider family." She swallowed back the lump in her throat as she tried to ignore the way her body was feeling.

He had a better idea who she meant, but it was of no concern. She did say she had no memory, right? Besides, something compelled him to come closer to her. His tail flicked as he realized her scent indicated something more than familiarity. "Well, it's good to have a few cats..., close."

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Started composing this Thurs night ( 9-4-2014). Began as a melody that popped into my mind after choir practice. The cello has the initial melody. From there, a sort of round and various counterpoints formed. Then the drums filled it out with a sort of 18th or 19th century sort of cadence. I swear, I haven't listened to Gorges Bizet in a while. Though 'Carmen' is a pretty cool opera. <.<